Baldness has gone that’s what they say
I went for my hair plant the other day
The guy he kept poking and prodding around
Grunting and moaning all sorts of sounds
I asked what’s the problem nothing its fine
This hair it’s like wire or some piece of twine
He poked and kept prodding it took half the day
Just what was the matter he still would not say?
I started to worry just what’s going on
Would I have lovely new lockets or would they be gone
I heard this big sigh of relief
I look up at his face and big smiling teeth
He passed me the mirror I looked in despair
My head was all covered in red pubic hair
I was shaking all over, when I heard the voice say
Wake darling you’ve had that nightmare again
25 09 2010
Chellaston
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem